Dreams
I went to dinner a couple of weeks ago with some Danes and some Germans. Someone said how the Danish dream was to sit with your friends and be comfortable (they have a special word for this, 'hygge', it is an art form in Denmark.) I said sometimes it seems like the American dream has been buried under consumer goods from Wal Mart. Someone said that the Swedish dream was a perfect midsummer celebration, dancing around the maypole, eating strawberries, flowers in your hair. I asked one of the Germans what the German dream was. 'There is no German dream,' he said, 'that's the problem.'
3 Comments:
hygge sounds good to me. How much will one hour cost?
Oh it'll set you back about one bottle of Gammel Dansk ('Old Danish') and a couple good stories. Stories involving farms and farm byproducts are always a hit.
After spending the past weekend with relatives, I think the American hygge is to watch football until you watch it in your dreams. This is what I found necessary to spend time with my dad.
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